Chapter 520 - Chapter 520: Chapter 323: Your Acting is Too Awful! (2/2)

Now, with Chairman Zhao firmly in control, he also gained a bit of confidence.

Capturing Lin Chuan was Chairman Zhao’s current top priority—he wouldn’t joke about this. In this respect, Big Tiger was quite at ease.

…

The late-night breeze gently wafted.

Shadows of trees swayed, the street lamps interlaced with the darkness.

Lin Chuan had already returned home. In the still of the night, he was still hard at work.

As the leader of the group tasked with ‘eradicating the online divisions of the Morgan and Baisheng criminal syndicates,’ he first contacted the International Police’s Li Tong and Qin Yun to hand over the intelligence and information gathered during this period.

Start with the Morgan Group.

Current whereabouts of Lucas from the Morgan Group, the armed personnel around him, the allocation of their firearms, recent movements, as well as the list of Morgan Group executives in the Asia-Pacific region and related evidence in Lin Chuan’s possession, were all handed over to Li Tong.

Li Tong was in charge of communicating with the overall commander, Zhao Haiping.

This was Li Tong’s area of expertise.

“Leader, Old Zhao has given the order. We will be able to act soon, but we need remote network intrusion to assist by blocking surveillance signals and the like.”

Li Tong quickly responded with confirmation.

“Of course, that’s no problem,” laughed Lin Chuan.

The investigation into the Morgan Group was pretty much understood by him; the recent probing was just to make sure nothing went wrong.

Now, finally, the arrow was put onto the bow.

Next came the Baisheng Group.

Lin Chuan’s investigation into the Baisheng Group was still in its initial stages, mainly informed by the intelligence brought by Squirrel.

Without Squirrel, the plan would have to be delayed further.

However, Squirrel had now infiltrated the inner circle. With a bit more time and gaining Chairman Zhao’s trust, he would obtain much more information.

By then, if Lin Chuan wanted to, he could strip Chairman Zhao down to nothing!

Not to mention his Baisheng Group.

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Day and night alternated.

Lin Chuan had worked all morning.

At three in the afternoon, Lin Chuan donned a light gray casual suit and went with Old Zhang to the appointed place.

Yueming Tea House.

Lin Chuan had been here many times.

The sun at three or four in the afternoon cast a pale golden light on the quaint and elegant greenish-gray brick wall of the quiet alley, the emerald green potted plants at the door of the Yueming Tea House did not wither because of the winter, but grew a bit more and were still vibrant.

Lin Chuan and Old Zhang were led by a woman in a cheongsam with graceful looks into a meeting hall of the Yueming Tea House.

Lin Chuan usually entered private rooms; this was his first time in the meeting hall of the Tea House.

Lin Chuan looked around.

In the vast meeting hall, decked out with antique decorations, six tea tables were laid out, clearly arranged by the Tea House to accommodate the event of the Anti-Gambling Association.

At this moment, all the other tables were full except for the one at the very end, where only two people sat.

“Writer Lin!”

One of the people at the farthest tea table was Chen Ming.

He brightened up at the sight of Lin Chuan approaching and immediately stood up to greet him.